Why Did You Pretend?

The pain is slowly killing me. The constant looks, the fights, I don’t know what to think. Dying slowly is just too hard. Everyday afraid of your wild card. Just pull the trigger. Shoot me in the heart. I want this to be over, but it’s just about to start. I know that you don’t want me. I know you never did. So why did you pretend?

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